I've taken pictures of my books in stores for years. This is just one of many, obviously. Not that I have many books in so many places, I'm just thrilled each time I see them. Simple joys, okay? That's Lindsey Bear top left. With a name like that you gotta be in a world where stories surround you.
Actually, I knew they would be there. The Pendragon on College Avenue supports local authors and, yes, that includes leetol ol' me. They've carried the last two books and are so nice to deal with. Berkeley independent bookstores are my favorite--and they're close. But I was surprised to see it promently displayed. Warms the heart.
Support your local independent bookstores. Piedmont Avenue has The Spectator and The Black Swan. Close to my favorite coffee (free wireless) shop, Rooz.
Back to reality. I pitched to Herr Direktor and Herr Writer (names are withheld to protect the innocent) and they responded very well to my labor of days and nights (seven hundred thirty-three board frames). Welling up with the ocular devices there. Great compliment paid to this old storyboard dog. They asked before the pitch, "What do you think?" meaning, about the material. Making these things you wonder if the people doing sequences for you are into the characters.
"I was having fun doing the sequence."
"That counts," We both agree. And away I went and pitched. Actually, I had a time just trying to assemble the darned thing--tech issues cropped up like so many third act complications. But in the end the pitch was everything I had hoped it would be. A very good vote of confidence afterward. All a story guy could ask for.
Now, if all these pitches were like this.